Living on limestone

“It seems to me that the human hubbub is always nested within a more-than-human crowd of elementals, a community composed first of the particular geological structures and rocks of our locale. The stones and minerals of each place give rise to certain qualities in the soil, and that soil invites a specific array of plants to seed themselves and take root there. Those shrubs and trees, in turn, provoke particular animals to linger and sometimes settle in that terrain, or at least to feast on their leaves and fruits as they migrate though that landscape. Those animals, plants, and landforms are our real neighbours, the folks with whom we need to be practicing real community, if we want to be living well in any place.” I find it encouraging that when you start tuning into something, in my case I am beginning to think about making work for the Isle of Portland, then things simply start presenting themselves to you, as if out of nowhere, such as this quote from David Abram (see my earlier post ‘Me and my shadow’). Since much of Portland is to do with its geology, this quote seems a good starting point. (Cross section of Jurassic oolitic limestone)